Two weeks ago I was chewing a piece of gum. Out of nowhere my tongue must have gotten mistaken for my gum and I chomped down on it. Ouch!!!! I bent down, put my hands on my knees, and went “hmmmmm” as I felt the pain. My tongue was swelling and bleeding.
Last week, Cole came up to me and said, “What’s this bump on my tongue?” With a grin on my face I told him the old wives tale I was always told growing up, “It’s a lie bump. What have you been lying about?” A few days later he asked, “When is this ever going away? It bothers me.”
Then, just last night, Hunter came home and said, “Look, I bit my tongue and it hurts.” Yep, he sure did. And I know it doesn’t feel good.
These current incidents happened because we truly did bite our tongues.
When I read Proverbs 5:2 it reminded me of the old saying, “You better bite your tongue.” (Did you read that with a southern drawl? That’s how I always heard it.) Its meaning can take on a few implications. For one, stop and think before you speak. Maybe you bite your tongue to stop from saying a bad word. Or, you might just think about biting your tongue when you know you need to not saying something that you will most likely regret.
Okay, here’s the verse: “Remember to live wisely, and what you learn will keep your lips from saying the wrong thing.” You wanna live wisely, then you just may have to “bite your tongue” every now and then. It will keep you from saying something you shouldn’t.
Blessings to you.
February 12
